Chapter Three - Why are all the pretty ones insane?

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 I was standing on a street corner waiting to be kidnapped. So lets just say my day was not going great.

I stared at all the people walking to and fro going on with their lives. It must be nice to not have an insane flat-mate.

"He should be here shortly." Sherlock said through the invisible earpiece.

I sighed, pulling my black jacket tighter around me.

"Rough day?" A handsome redhead guy said creeping up behind me. I turned around.

"Yeah my flat-mate woke me up at three am. Do you make it a habit to creep up on people, or am I just special?" I said flirtily.

"Ew." Sherlock said in my ear.

"Oh I'd say you are plenty special..." Said the guy looking me up and down. "Are you going to the convention?" He asked.

"Yeah, and you?" I said gesturing to his top-hat.

"Nah I wear this every day..." He sasses.

"Oh how witty..." Sherlock says dryly.

I laughed.

"Would you like an escort to the con?" The man says extending his hand to me as the bus pulled up.

"I suppose so." I said smirking up at him.

I grabbed his hand and we boarded the bus. The things I do for Sherlock Holmes...


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A/N: Hey guys let me know how you are liking this book. Don't be shy readers, feel free to comment. Sorry for the shorter chapter but it just felt right to stop it here.

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